No! I screamed, but it was futile, mini hakkero of the blonde magician was pointing towards me, sucking light from the immediate area, everywhere turning pitch black excepting the mini-hakkero, which was shining bright, brighter than the sun itself, drowning the sun's light and sucking further, as if it's thirst could not be quenched by just a medium sized star, turning it pitch black as well. And then brightness, blinding eye-scorching brightness unlike which any star could produce, no matter how massive or how close. It was a full-blown Final Spark, not restrained by the spellcard rules, it's only purpose was to destroy whatever stood against it. And as it stands out, I was the thing that stood against it. I could fight back, I could if I wasn't in shock from the pain of my eyes burning, and the disbelief of Marisa doing something so drastic that is. I stood still as the light ate away at my skin, my flesh and finally my bones, leaving nothing of my being.
I woke up panting heavily, realized I was still in the cottage, of course I was, after all it was just a dream, there is no way Marisa could ever do something like that, but I wished she could, letting the light purify my sins as it purified my body to dust, didn't sound so bad after all.
But I knew it was impossible, Marisa wasn't here, no one was to be sure. But Marisa… She certainly wasn't.
With my shouting and panting, Royce was forcibly woken up. Looking to left and right to find the source of the danger, but even if there was a danger, the room was pitch black and human eyes were not particularly known for their ability to see in the darkness. Giving up on locating the source of the outrage, he asked ''What happened?''
''Sorry.'' was all I could manage, I had ruined his evening, and now his morning. A guest that didn't know her bounds was a sorrowful thing indeed…
''I just had a bad dream…'' I continued, ''about my homeland''
He didn't pry. I liked that he didn't pry.
It's not so much that I miss gensokyo, but I miss its habitants dearly, they would drink and fight, and play and fight, and sometimes, they'd drink, play and fight all at the same time, but none of the fights were ill-mannered. When I was with the bandit group, we fought.
And damn I didn't think humans could be so cruel. The villages were razed, the children were murdered and the women… I had fought with my own brothers to save a child of 12 from her terrible fate, ''the road brothers'' they used to call each other, and for every child that I could save from the road brothers that I was ashamedly a part in, a dozen more villager's daughters suffered on the hands of other such bandit groups.
For me, helping a village like this was a way to atone for my past mistakes, that's why I can't afford to inconvenience Royce any further...
AN: It's my exam week, sorry for the quality.